Rajasthan

Among the aficionados of this country, many people live it as a mystic revelation, a conceit.
In a more moderate vision, India seduced me for its colors, its diversity, its faiths and its sophisticated architecture.
It reminds me the Maghreb, in the colors of Jodhpur, returns me to the floating palaces of Venice, on the lake Pichola, or to the British colonial empire, in Calcutta.

In the course of my visits, I have noticed, the changes operated by the strong economic growth of this country, which westernizes, from days to days.
In the big megalopolises, pizzas and hamburgers, overrode chapatis, and slims, replace little by little, saris.
Snatched by the globalization, India has difficulty in resisting this tendency.

Original cradle of the culture gypsy and Maharajas’ palaces, Rajasthan knew how to protect its identity, thanks to its population still strongly anchored in the traditions, and to the geographical estrangement of the citadels of the desert.
But this authenticity would know its last breath?

For this last decade, many observe the fast transformations which affect Asia, sometimes stunned, sometimes amused, or simply worried.
While the preservation of the biodiversity is on the front page of the media, we should also worried about the one of the humano-diversity.